[@Kurai Assassin]
Hank woke up hours later, in fact...It was morning. The sun felt bright, his eyes hurt just looking near the light. He felt cold though, really cold. He was alive though, though something felt off, really off. He could hear things, birds, trees, other animals. He could smell grass, copper, even the burnt RV. THE RV?! Hank stood up almost falling over trying. He looked at the RV, nothing was left other then the remains of the burnt frame, That vampire had burned his home to nothing. 

"The photos..." He walked over to where the photo album landed during the fight, he was drowsy and dizzy but he was able to walk still. He went to pick up the photo album but stopped as he did, his hands...they were white, white as snow. He didn't think this could happen to him. He put his finger against his teeth and felt them, the fangs, he had become what he feared the most, A monster. A Vampire.

He didn't have time to dwell on that now, he had things that had to be done. He grabbed the photo album an put it into his bag. He still had the shotgun but not a lot of ammo for it. He gathered his gear from the fight and started walking. SOLDIER was his best option right now, He didn't know a lot about them but they seemed to know some on him. He was alone, he needed to fix that, he was getting into something bigger then what he could handle.
[@Wraithblade6]